The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched as she shivered and moaned in anticipation before his cock slid into her mouth. Her body arched instinctively before realizing she wasn't just restrained. The chains attached to the clamps did the work to settle her back onto the granite before her expert mouth started milking his cock using her throat muscles. God she was good. Even when she wasn't able to move any of her body parts without a pain searing through her body.

His fingers were once again coated with chocolate as he slowly pulled the banana out of her, only to flip it over and thrust the other end back into her sweet, sticky cunt. He didn't relent as his cock continued to push deeper and deeper down her throat. He felt her tongue sliding against his shaft, her teeth grazing it occasionally as his kitten sucked him slowly, but surely. He made sure the sounds coming out from her were to a minimum as his shaft remained inside her all the time. He was starting to fill her up with more chocolate as the banana was now clearly visible, sliding in and out from between her legs.

His hips started thrusting back and forth, grinding occasionally. Then , using both his hands, he grabbed her head on both sides as if he was grabbing her hips and started to fuck her mouth faster, shoving his cock further down her passage. The other passage was being coated with the dark brown delicacy. This passage was going to be coated with...or was it? Well, she wouldn't know it until the last minute. He threw his head back in pleasure as her mouth fucked him back, controlling the gag reflexes in a superb fashion.

His hands came away from her head. The cock slid out of her mouth. Her head lay hanging from the edge. The banana was pulled out and set aside as he walked over on the other side of the island and slowly removed the restraints that were securing her ankles. Climbing onto the island himself, carefully, he grabbed her legs and spread them wide apart. His cock was now directly hovering over her lips. His eyes were looking down into hers with a fire in them that needed to be put out. He did not remove the restraints on her wrists, neither did he touch the nipple clamps.

He was hard and pulsing. Glancing up into the mirror he watched the two of them before gazing down at his pretty girl once again. Then he entered her. The head of his cock pushed at her entrance before popping in. As soon as it did, it was sure to be coated in the sweet, sticky substance that was inside her. So was his shaft, which disappeared between her thighs as he shoved himself all the way into her tunnel.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

That….damn….fucking banana. Literally. The growling was just a sound in her throat, short lived as he thrust his cock deeper into her throat. Just when she thought he was going to pull that banana away for good, did he? No. He shoved it back in, but from the feel of it, it was the other end this time. She was taking a fucking from both ends. Her passion was spiraling out there in the ether somewhere. Her teeth grazed along his length from time to time, but she kept it light, mindful not to hurt. Not like this. Her tongue worked over him with each thrust, whenever it could.

She protested softly as he withdrew himself from her mouth. Her fingers curled inward. She remembered not to tug. The mirror. Her eyes shot upward in time to see him undoing the restraints around her ankles. His hands spread her legs widely apart until her inner thigh muscles protested. Her eyes slid from the mirror to his own as he leaned over her. She read his need in the darkness of his eyes. She felt herself twitch in response. The fire in her belly had long ago spread throughout her body until she was consumed. She was a writhing mass of need.

Her head tipped further back over the edge of that cushion, a groan of welcoming desire swirled around them as he claimed her body in yet another fashion. She whimpered as he shoved the full girth of himself into her contracting tunnel.

“M…”

It was harsh soft barely heard raspy whisper of a plea. For him to take her. And use her hard. To make them both forget they were separate entities and just...One. It was a sound of affirmation of her feelings for him all rolled together.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He heard her raspy moan of a whisper as she arched off the granite. He didn't intend to fuck her. Not yet. He had built up the momentum slowly. And she was not going to get what she wanted, this easily. Eventually, yes. But not yet. He planned to tease her further. He knew she enjoyed it just as much as he did. When she teased him. He swiftly pulled out of her, his entire shaft and the head covered in the dark brown melted substance that he knew his woman craved. She craved what was underneath it even more. And he was going to let her taste that for now. As the head popped out from between her wanton lips, his eyes were gazing into hers.

"Yes, Caitlin?"

He growled softly before climbing down from the counter and walking towards where her head was located, his cock merely a centimeter away from her lips. Then it pressed against her mouth, but didn't enter.

"I thought you loved hot chocolate, darling. So, here it is. 50% Dark. Drink it like a good little kitten"

Saying that he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved himself back into her sweet passage, his body arching slightly, head dipping back in an instant. Her talented tongue once again licked him clean while her mouth and her throat milked him further. He held the control but she was not just going to lie back. As the chocolate dripped into her mouth and down her throat, he felt himself throbbing inside her. A gentle tug on one of the chains. Then pulling out of her mouth once again, he noticed that almost all of the goodness that was coating his shaft had disappeared. He smiled down at his pet.

"Good job. No more chocolate left, love. See?," He pointed towards his dick, pretty sure she could see it through the mirror, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to," a wicked grin on his face, "stop for now."

He walked over to the other side and stood between her legs, watching her reactions for a minute.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

NO. No. No. He wasn’t stopping now, was he? Fuck. He did. Ugh. Damn tease.

She felt the slanted head of his cock press against her mouth. Her lips parted obediently and oh, so willingly. Her tongue stroked along the underside, stripping it of the chocolate coating, pressing him to the roof of her mouth as she sucked upon his flesh in places, to get every minute coating of chocolate covering him. Every time she swallowed what she recovered, he felt it along the full length of him. Once, she got a little too carried away and paid for it by a tug on one of the chains. She yelped around him. If the mangled sound could actually be called a yelp.

The look in her eyes when he withdrew from her mouth was almost a look of pain. Definitely one of frustration. Damnation. He knew exactly how to play her. He moved. Back down. She lifted her head and watched him. Her buttocks shifted on the granite. Her head fell back down with a soft groan.

What goes around, comes around. And now it was her turn. Crap on a cracker.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

This time he did not climb onto the island but rather leaned forward, bending over the edge and brought his mouth close to her moaning wetness coated in rich dark chocolate. His eyes shot up at hers just to watch her reaction before they lowered to her pussy. His mouth planted another kiss on those pouty lips before moving to her inners thighs and kissing them each, one at a time, with slow soft suckles on the flesh. Then, his tongue trailed down her skin to start lapping up the glistening folds between her legs. Kissing, licking and slurping all around the labia. Tasting the chocolaty goodness mixed with her natural juices. And he was just getting started.

His tongue leisurely drew circles around her folds, dipping in between her lips once in a while to draw out more of her natural as well as artificial sweetness. Once he was done teasing her with his tongue, both hands slipped between her thighs and fingers opened her up for him. His tongue snaked into her as he drove it deep into her molten heat, to scoop up more of the chocolate as it started coating his mouth and his face. His head was buried between her thighs. But he was in full control as all she could do was lie back and feel. She would cum eventually. He would make sure of that. But the slow torture was just as much fun for him as it was for her.

His fingers replaced the tongue as he dipped one inside her, curling it upwards. His mouth moved towards her clit and started playing with it gently, releasing it from it's hood while another finger joined the first one. His lips captured the little pearl throbbing between her thighs. A gentle flick of the tongue while he finger fucked her slowly, adding a third one, shoving them deeper and deeper inside her hollow cunt.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She couldn’t keep her eyes turned away. They shot up to the mirror. She wet her lips with her tongue, felt her body tense as he leaned forward, coming closer to her quivering, aching folds. Her eyes slammed shut momentarily.

Please. Please. Please.

Damn him for teasing her. So close, yet no cigar. Not yet. A fleeting teasing kiss before his lips moved off to her inner thighs. Kisses, soft suckles on skin. She squirmed. She made soft sounds. She whimpered. He teased her with his tongue. He made her squirm with need until she was almost to the point of begging him to end her misery. And she never felt more beautiful or desired in her life. That wickedly delightful tongue of his inflamed her, coaxed her body to a higher plane. She was sinking into a place where she was becoming less of a physical being and more pure emotion.

Her body arched off the counter top as his tongue drove into her. She paid the price for that reaction. The pain only added to her pleasure now. Her body cried out, weeping with wetness as he slipped first one finger inside her, his mouth finding her clit, playing it. Another finger slid deep inside her to join the first. She pressed her legs wider apart. As far as she could get them to go. His fingers slid in and out of her, his tongue found that ultra sensitive bud, lashing it as another finger joined the other two. Her hips lifted off the counter, pushing back against his hand, rhythmically. She wasn’t far from losing her mind.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His fingers continued to pummel her, driving deeper and deeper with every stroke. The soft slushing sounds could be heard as his face brushed between her thighs, tongue slowly but surely sliding over her clit, his other hand making sure it is exposed and accessible to his mouth. Her scent was intoxicating enough and if she wasn't tied up, they never knew when the switch could happen. The possibility was always there where these two were concerned.

His fingers slid out of her and moved over her clit, pressing against it, rubbing it gently with the pads. His mouth lowered to her wet folds once again and started sucking on them before his tongue wiggled inside, stiffened and started fucking her as if it were a miniature cock, his head bobbing up and down between her thighs. She could clearly watch herself being tongue fucked as well as finger fucked in the mirror above her. That was the beauty of it. He imagined what she saw was his dark hair moving slowly between her legs. Nothing else.

His mouth nibbled on her outer lips as his tongue slid out. His fingers left her clit as it throbbed against them, making her entire body shudder in pleasure. He knew he was driving her crazy. Her nerves were being hit with bullets one after the other. Each time her body jerked off the counter, her nipples were being pinched. Pinched hard between the sharp claws attached to them. His tongue stopped fucking her once again and was replaced with his fingers. Mouth over clit. Three fingers sliding in and out of her whimpering wetness. Then he pulled out, and away to lean over her body and gaze down into her green eyes. His were brown. And very dark.

"I love when you moan for me like that, my pet. Do it again, please?"

One finger placed over her bottom lip, remaining there for a full minute before sliding down all the way to where her breasts parted. He tugged on each of the chains, one at a time.

"Tell me kitten, do you want my tongue against your lips? Do you want my fingers inside you? My mouth fucking you until you cum for me? Hm?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It wasn’t a haze of passion, lust and need. It was a damn fog! She could barely see a thing. But feel. Oh god, she felt. A brief glance at the mirror above, showed her little. Still. It was intoxicating. She saw the back of his head, but add what she was feeling and it was totally overwhelming. Her eyes flickered open at his words. Leaning over her was not good enough. She wanted to feel his body pressing hers against the granite as he pounded the hell out of her body.

His finger, pressed against her full bottom lip, lingered. But not long enough for her capture it between her lips. It slid between her breasts. He tugged on one chain, then the other. It brought the moan he asked for to her lips and she set it free. Giving him what he wanted. Gladly. Her nipples were aching and on fire. They matched the rest of her.

“Yes. Please.”

She whimpered.

“All of it. You. Mouth. Tongue. Fingers. Yes. Yes. Pleaaase.”

Her words were disjointed. She could barely think. Her lower body writhed on the hard surface for him. All, for him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The sensual sounds that emanated from her mouth made him smile. It pleased him to see his little kitten moaning for him, aching to feel him, writhing under his spell. He knew she was incoherent for a reason. His body slid back sightly, head buried between her thighs once again, tongue drove into her wetness and his left hand reached up to play with the chains attached to her nipples. He was not satisfied with the automatic movements of her body.

His mouth sucked on her lips intently, drawing out more juices. The chocolate tasted bitter sweet in his mouth. Delicious. Mixed with her fluids that were now puddling on the counter top. She leaked like a tap left open. He shoved four fingers inside her cunt, stretching it wider than before, while his mouth claimed her clitoris once again and nibbled on it. A quick tug on the left chain. Followed by another tug on the right one. He could feel her pelvis thrusting against his face.

He wanted to drink her. Right from the moment he walked into that kitchen, he wanted to drink her. He was not joking when he said that. He seldom joked about such things. And he was more than ready to do it. And give her what she wanted in return. His tongue slid inside her pussy once again, wiggling against the walls as his nose brushed over her clit, his fingers spreading her petals wide open. He licked every drop of the chocolate that his cock had spread inside her. And he would lick every drop of her sweetness when it started flowing out of her sexual center. He withdrew his mouth from her lips one last time.

"Cum for me, princess."

Then, he went to town once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Freedom. Freedom given to let her emotions soar, unchecked. His mouth went back to her, stroking her internal furnace to degrees that knew no measurements. Fingers. Mouth. He gave it all back to her and more, he didn’t forget the chains. He tweaked her pain levels as well. He knew her body as well as she did, maybe more. The pain mingled with the gnawing need. Unbridled, she was force of nature. She was His Chalice to drink from. She withheld nothing. She was His. Unequivocally.

Her mind, body and soul stretched, grew taut as it sought the plane it needed. Her body, as much as it was capable of, locked down, twisted and turned. Buckled, rolled, undulated under the tutelage of his hands and mouth. The sounds of her passion filled the kitchen.

Then. It was there. That moment of utter stillness before the storm slammed into her, sweeping her up in its hurricane like swirl, spinning her ‘round and ‘round. Her body quaked. Wave after wave rolled through her and any sanity or strength she had, went by the wayside.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt her entire body shudder in utter pleasure. Wave after wave as his tongue and fingers remained on and inside her, never once relenting until she had settled back against the granite. He didn't let up until she rocked with orgasm. His mouth humming on her clit. Her thighs and legs shaking, squeezing his head between them before spreading and shuddering apart. One tiny death after another. His joy knew no bounds watching his kitten cum for him. The kitchen was screaming mess of a puddle.

Only after she had emptied herself onto his face, and onto the counter, and her body had stopped convulsing did he withdraw his mouth and his fingers from her, only to begin licking her clean with his tongue diving in and out. All the chocolate mixed with her own love potion was being poured down his throat and coated on his face. The insides of her thighs were licked clean as well.

Once he was done cleaning her up, not counting the mess on the island, he finally leaned back up and smiled down into her eyes with a soft growl. He was still throbbing, aching for her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Even though the full quake of her orgasm had resided, he kept her on the edges. His tongue kept lapping, causing her body to jolt off the granite. She wanted to cry out, plead with him to stop. But she didn’t want it to, not really. He had pushed her body to another plane of fulfillment. As his tongue slowed and eventually pulled away, she finally found her body subsiding. Her eyes opened, turning in his direction.

His sated, wrecked, kitten. It wasn’t over yet. She smiled up into his eyes. Oh no. It wasn’t over yet. There was Him. Without being able to see, even in the mirror a quick flash look up confirmed that, she knew he sported quite a diamond cutter and she was his diamond in the rough. She wet her lips with a tongue gone dry.

Her eyes told him what she felt. How she felt. Her vocal cords had frozen. There was only one thing that would make her pleasure complete. His satisfaction. Feeling him, experiencing him as he died for her, over and over as his body emptied itself into his willing, eager chalice.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He continued to watch her for a minute or two. His eager chalice. His beautiful kitten. So willing. So beautiful. He needed to be inside her just as much as she needed him to empty himself and fill her up. But not so fast, he thought. There would be a few more surprises before that could happen. And it was not as if he was doing this for his pleasure alone. It was mutual. He knew her well. She was going to enjoy this. She just didn't know.

Walking over to the other side of the island, he unclasped her wrists from the counter hooks and removed the clamps that were attached to her nipples one at a time, his eyes, still dark and filled with lust, gazing down into hers.

"Get down from the counter, my pet."

He waited for her to climb down as he stepped towards the other end to pick up the pouch. A thin, long chain made of gold was pulled out from inside. It had a leather leash attached at one end. Standing in front of her, he smiled before attaching the other end of the chain to the collar that was fastened to her neck.

Click

That's all it took. Then a gentle tug on the chain.

"Time to go."

Turning around without another word, he held the leash firmly in his hand and proceeded to walk out.

One puddle on the counter. Another one following him. And if not yet, she would become one soon. Clothes lying on the kitchen floor. Most of them not usable anymore. The maids would clean it up. If there were any still around.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

They were in the cellar. The leash in his hand, attached by a chain to the collar around her neck. His beautiful kitten naked in front of him. He stepped closer as they stood there in the dark room and reached his hand around her head, grabbing her hair and tugging gently, his mouth leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

"Are you ready for more, my pet?"

He tugged on the leash a bit as his hand slid down to her ass and squeezed it hard, before moving back between them and stroking her gently between the legs using his fingers. His eyes stared into hers with a hunger and passion unlike any other.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The time it took going from the kitchen to the cellar had given her enough time to recover sufficiently. She still felt weak in the knees, especially when he looked at her like that. Like he could just devour her. He had. Recently.

“Yes, Sir. Whenever you are.”

How easy it was to slip into being his kitten. His girl. Whatever he had planned for her, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter. She trusted Him not to hurt her beyond her limits when she reached them. Push at them? Yes. Teach her where to redraw her lines? Absolutely. He was everything to her. They were One.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The Visit

Black leggings. They hugged her muscled calves and thighs to perfection. A soft green vee-necked tunic barely brushed her upper thighs. A delicate gold chain graced her neck while a small square cut emerald nestled in the valley of her ample breasts. Her mass of red hair was clipped up but tendrils escaped the confinement, much to her frustration. Crystal studs of various colors, three on each side, adorned the curve of her ears. Bare feet took her to the study where she paused to lean against the open doorway, simply content for the moment to watch her love slaving away at his computer. She knew her soft citrus scent would waft to his nostrils before too long. She was content to sip from her steaming mug of coffee while she waited for him to realize she was there. All the while, mischief brewed in her eyes. The naughty smile was hidden from view by the mug's rim.

Her eyes shifted from his working form at the desk to the panel that hid the room beyond it. It had been awhile since they had gone through that panel and she had ideas. Oh yeeeesss... she had ideas. For him. Her lips quirked upward at the corners as she cradled her mug in her palm.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He didn't notice her at first. Then his eyes shot up as her feminine scent managed to travel all the way across the study and found his nostrils. Fingers hovered over the keyboard as if everything had frozen for a moment. How long had she been standing like that in the doorway? He was so engrossed in his work that he hadn't even heard her footsteps. But then, she didn't have anything on her feet. She looked as ravishing as ever. Black and green. Emeralds. And that hair. No matter how she fashioned it, he found each look sexy. His eyes took in her beauty from head to toe before he grinned, eying the coffee cup.

"Hi darling. Good morning. I didn't even notice you...standing there. When did you get here? Why don't you come in..."

He watched as her eyes shifted from his desk to the secret panel just beyond where their desks were located and back at him. He shifted in his chair bit, arms pulling away and back from the keyboard and resting on side of the chair. What was she thinking? He knew that mind of hers. Always forming ideas. He loved it. Sometimes it made him squirm and purr for her. Sometimes it made him growl.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She studied him. Her eyes roamed over him from the top of his head to his waist. If her eyes could have moved lower, they would have. Her look slowly moved back up to his face. Her eyes smiled into his as their eyes met and held. She took another sip of coffee before she pushed away from the door frame and strolled casually into their study. With deliberation, she set the mug on his desk but kept moving toward the wall. A slight touch on the panel and it sprung open. Turning her head to give him a smile, she crooked a fore finger at him in a beckoning gesture that always seemed to make his mouth go dry. She knew it did. That's why she did it. Turning toward the room, she entered it, leaving him to follow. Would he follow? She had no doubt about it. Her smile morphed into a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.

She didn't bother to speak or answer him. That usually sped up the blood that flowed in his veins. She knew her lover's buttons and pushed them whenever she felt like it. Thankfully, that was as often as he let her do so.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He knew that look on her face as she eyed him. He should have guessed as soon as she had glanced towards the panel. There was no answer. Just her steady saunter to the entrance of their delightful play room. He watched in mute appreciation as her hips swayed, hugged perfectly by the tunic, her shapely legs hidden but not so hidden by the black fabric. She was heading straight towards it. Not even a Hi or Hello. The coffee cup was placed on his desk. His eyes dropped to her cleavage.

His mouth began drying up slowly. When she turned to smile at him with that summoning finger crooked in front of him, his mouth went completely dry. He growled inwardly, only because his throat couldn't produce a sound quick enough. Then she was gone. Over to the other side. He couldn't help but notice her transformed grin. It sent shivers throughout his body. Screw work. He rose from the chair and walked towards the panel dressed in a white button down dress shirt, black trousers, and a black belt before stepping through the portal and following her as if hypnotized. There was no other way to go.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

One step. Another. Then several more were taken, leading her to the window seat. She made herself comfortable, piling pillows behind her back before she sat down to face the entrance and folded on leg over the other.

He was just stepping through. Her face, especially her eyes, gave not a thought brewing in her head, away. She simply watched him join her, arms folded over her chest. She held up a hand to stop him once he got to the middle of the room. There was a slight flick of her fingertips toward his chest before she spoke.

"Take off your shirt, My Pet."

Her voice was hushed in this room but steady. Firm. Confident. The tone brook no argument. She knew she would receive none. The air in the room did not stir. It was warm enough. The whole house was centrally heated. The tip of her tongue peeked out of her mouth, resting on the edge of her lip as she watched him in anticipation.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She was sitting near the window as he stepped through the portal and entered, one black legging clad leg folded over the other, her curvy yet toned figure relaxed and confident, the tunic rising up just enough to showcase her thighs as she watched him move towards the center of the room slowly. His eyes glanced around, only to find various reflections staring back at him before he focused his gaze on her. Then the command came. Her hand made him freeze instantly right in the middle of the room.

The flick of her fingers was not to be argued with. The hushed tone was not that of a gentle request. She needed him to take off his shirt? He would take it off. The beating of his heart however was anything but soft. One gulp before he spoke softly.

"Yes, Mistress."

The top button was flicked open, followed by the one below that. He continued to do so until both his hands grabbed the fabric just above his waistline and tugged at it. The shirt was un-tucked from his trousers before it slid back and down his shoulders, arms and free of his fingers, gliding down towards the floor, baring the smooth expanse of his chest. His eyes lifted up towards her face as he noticed her tongue seductively anticipating his obedience.

He growled inwardly once again, trying to read her. What did she have in mind for him? With his lady, the possibilities were infinite. And it made him squirm in place especially when he had no idea what she had in store for him. For them. But mostly for him, because from the look of things and the way she had referred to her Pet, it wasn't going to be easy turning the tables. She had plans to make him purr, that he was sure of.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her breathing was easy and even. Until the moment her eyes fastened upon his fingers, undoing the buttons on his shirt. Her eyes darkened as the expanse of his chest came into view. If she managed to maintain her even breathing, the regulation of her heart beats were anything but even. He aroused her. Always. For now, she had the controlling hand and she was going to milk it for all she was worth. Would he turn the tables on her? It certainly was a possibility. He was her pet and her Sir. Anything was possible, at any time.

His words pleased her. Her eyes reflected that. Her eyes, which had been watching his fingers, flickered up to his face. Her lips twitched, but didn't exactly smile. He was growling inside. She would bet any amount of money on it. If she anticipated, he did as well. The movement of his shirt slipping from his shoulders caught her attention and she watched it glide gracefully to the ground and settle at his feet. One moment more her look caressed him. Then she got to her feet. All five feet, two inches of her. She may be petite, but she was anything but fragile. Moving across the floor, she stalked him, like the tigress he named her, running her tongue over her lips before her tongue disappeared into the dark cavern that was her mouth. She walked around him slowly, taking in the composition of his flesh. Firm. Lacking body hair since their last visit here when she shaved him smooth and kept him that way. As her body moved behind him, feminine fingertips brushed over his shoulders, across his scapula. She stopped directly behind him and moved in close, pressing her front to his back, molding her body to his form, Letting him feel every inch of her softness against him. Letting him smell the scent she carried on her body. Soft. Firm. The very things he brought out in her.

"You mentioned wanting to be branded. Is that still your wish, my pet? Do you still wish for me to brand your flesh with my mark?"

Her breath was warm on the back his neck. She didn't touch him with her hands however. She clasped them behind her back. Her teeth grazed across the vulnerable skin of his neck.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He knew she was watching him carefully. Very carefully. He also knew the fire that he could ignite within her. Pet or Mistress, didn't matter. They were One. Her and Him. And a lot alike in many ways. He felt her stalk him, just the way she was supposed to. She was his tigress. Gentle yet fierce. That talented tongue of hers kept peeking from her delicious mouth occasionally until he was not able to see her anymore.

He felt her touch from behind over his naked upper body. The same body she had shaved for the first time, right here in the room of mirrors, while he had watched himself in excruciating delight and felt the pleasure he had never felt before. And continued to feel it each time after that when his flesh became smooth as silk. Her womanly touch made him moan ever so softly, his head dipping back just an inch, tongue flicking over dry lips. Her words brought him to attention. He wanted to turn and look into her eyes. He wanted to drop to his knees right there in front of her. But he didn't. Not yet. He needed time to absorb what she had just said.

"Yes please, Mistress."

She surprised him each time. It's one of the things he loved about her. As her warm, clothed yet soft body pressed against his backside, he tried to remain steady. Her scent filled his nostrils once again. This time from a much closer distance. He inhaled it. He felt the firmness touching him, the warmth of her mouth sending goosebumps through his flesh. Her teeth adding to the pleasure as he squirmed slightly and twisted his neck in reaction. He gulped and wet his lips before continuing to speak.

"I...I still wish to be marked by you. It would be an honor to have your brand on my flesh, Mistress."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Soft footfalls, barely noticeable, moved across the wooden floor until she stood directly in front of him. Her head tilted slightly to one side as she studied his face. One hand slid between his legs, squeezing the inside of one thigh, up high. Stepping close enough to be touching but not, she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Right here, I think. My brand. A small circle filled with a Celtic knot and in the very center, a small drawing of an amethyst. On the very top of the circle, a small sleeping dragon. It will match my tattoo, the one just on the inside of my hip."

She squeezed his thigh.

"Mine."

Her tone was fiercely loving and possessive. She held onto his thigh a moment longer before releasing him and pinched one of his nipples between the pads of her thumb and forefinger.

"Now, follow me."

She tugged on his nipple as she moved toward one of the mirrors.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The man's heart was fluttering in his chest. He could see her now. Her full frame appeared in front of him, not just through the mirrors. He had forgotten all about them when she had closed in from behind and pressed up against him. His eyes weren't able to notice her reflection in the magical walls of the room. He noticed her now though, studying him as if he was an object. Her object.

Her soft, commanding hand slid between his slightly parted legs, shifting up the fabric of the trousers and squeezing his thigh. Her fingers were high enough for him to twitch but not quite there. Then she described the brand that she was going to embed into his flesh. Mark him. Sign him. It made him squirm in place along with a smile curving his lips.

"It sounds perfect, Mistress."

The thought of the pain, even though temporary, along with the pleasure, and the honor, of being owned by Her was unmatched. His eyes lifted to look into hers. It was a look of pure lust and submission. It was his love for her.

"Yes. Only Yours."

A soft moan escaped his lips as her fingers played with his nipple, first pinching it, and then tugging on it as he almost stumbled behind her, walking towards the mirrors, trying to absorb all that was going on. Her tone was serious. She was definitely in one of her dominant moods. And he wanted to do nothing but obey her.